Song Beiting was severely injured. Although Qing He managed to save him, he was unable to move for a while, so he temporarily stayed at Fengque Tower.
This made Xiao Shan the most furious.
He had fought with Song Beiting. That fellow’s martial arts were quite good; it was impossible for him to be unable to block an arrow. He must be feigning injury.
By staying at Fengque Tower, it would be much more convenient to see his woman. Then, by acting pitiful, showing his suffering, and recounting childhood anecdotes, with their many years of affection, it was hard not to soften her heart.
He had seen this trick too many times.
“Bitch!” he cursed viciously.
Qing He: “……”
Who was he cursing?
“I say, can’t you give him more medicine so he can recover quickly and get lost? How can an outsider man stay in the Princess’s palace? Does the Princess’s reputation still matter?”
Oh, so he was anxious.
Indeed, General was very busy. He didn’t have time to watch over her during the day, so naturally, he was uneasy. After all, the Princess and Commander Song were childhood sweethearts!
It seemed he wasn’t that confident in himself either!
Qing He smiled, “The General should understand the principle of ‘too much is as bad as too little.’ Please rest assured, this servant will do her best.”
“Don’t try to fool me. Tell me, how many more days until you can get that person out?”
“That depends on Commander Song’s own recovery ability. The arrow wound alone is manageable, but the lingering poison will slow down the wound’s recovery. This servant can only say, I will do my best.”
Seeing the big black bear’s face grow darker, Qing He couldn’t help but feel happy.
This arrogant man also had moments of being stumped.
It wasn’t like the days when he secretly showed off to her.
“Ah, and also, the Princess has been in a bad mood these past few days and needs to rest well. Moreover, the Princess is carrying twins. It’s inherently more dangerous than a single pregnancy, and the fetuses are larger. General, from today onwards, you need to restrain yourself. It’s best not to exceed three times a month.”
What? Three times?
That was practically none!
Xiao Shan looked at Qing He suspiciously. Was this true or was she tricking him?
Qing He was different from Yu Shan. She didn’t have as many scruples when speaking with Xiao Shan.
“Does the General not believe it? You know your own physique and size. Even with caution, can you reach the acupoints from a distance? If the child is uncomfortable from being squeezed, it will inevitably lead to frequent fetal movement. The Princess must have felt it, right?”
Xiao Shan’s face turned completely dark.
This damned servant, what nonsense was she spouting!
However, he had taken her words to heart. During intimacy, there was indeed fetal movement. He really didn’t dare to be reckless anymore.
He could endure this for now. Once the babies were born, they would have plenty of time.
“This General has no time to blabber with you here. You’d better hurry up and see how to get that Song fellow out!”
Xiao Shan left in a huff.
Ling Yao woke up and went out. She saw Qing He smiling. The usually cold and indifferent eyes of Qing He sparkled with starlight. A few steps away was Xiao Shan’s broad and strong back.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Did Qing He still like Xiao Shan?
Qing He turned and saw Ling Yao, walking over with a smile, “Princess.”
“Oh, Qing He, is Commander Song feeling better?”
Qing He pondered for a moment, “He woke up for a bit yesterday. Today, he has already received acupuncture and is slowly recovering. Princess, you don’t need to worry.”
“Mm, I’ll go see him.”
Ling Yao walked a bit too eagerly. Qing He’s eyes flickered a few times, showing some confusion.
Yu Shan followed, while Yu Liu lagged a few steps behind. She approached Qing He and whispered, “Miss Qing He, isn’t the Princess a bit too concerned about Commander Song? Why don’t you advise her? After all, that person’s intentions are impure.”
Most importantly, he couldn’t let him have too much contact with the Mistress. The Master was already angry.
Qing He said indifferently, “The Princess has her own thoughts. As a servant, firstly, maintain your proper position and don’t lose your composure. Secondly, remember who the master is.”
What did she mean, she had lost her composure?
And the master? Aren’t the General and the Princess her masters?
Yu Liu heard Qing He speaking about palace rules again. She pouted. What rules? They were all messed up. Not long ago, she said couples couldn’t sleep together, which was inexplicable!
Ling Yao sat by the bed and watched for a while. Song Beiting was still unconscious, but his lips were much better, and his breathing was even.
As she sat, she drifted off, her thoughts wandering elsewhere.
Today was the day her father, the Emperor, entered the imperial mausoleum.
This palace truly had no place for him anymore.
She had understood these past few days, so why was she still so sad?
Ling Yao silently shed tears.
In Yu Shan’s eyes, this was not a good omen.
The Mistress was staring blankly.
Indeed, this fellow was more handsome than the Master, but being handsome was useless. Only a hero like the Master was worthy of the Princess!
“Princess, this servant heard that Princess Lingxi vomited blood upon hearing that Commander Song was in trouble.”
Lingxi.
Oh, there had been too many things happening these days, she had actually forgotten about Lingxi.
“How is Lingxi?”
Yu Shan really didn’t know. Princess Lingxi had been silent, as if she didn’t exist. She wasn’t her master, so she hadn’t inquired. She had only heard this sentence when she went to the imperial kitchen.
The original intention was to say that Commander Song had a peach blossom aura.
Unexpectedly, the Princess remembered this sister.
“This servant is not sure. Shall we go take a look?” Yu Shan seized the opportunity to say.
“Let’s go see.”
Ling Yao immediately got up. Since she knew about the child exchange, her heart had been quite complicated. To put it bluntly, none of the children in the palace had ever received true love from their parents.
Lingxi didn’t know that the Noble Consort had already died, did she?
When the Noble Consort died for the Emperor, did she ever think of this daughter?
……
Lingxi didn’t know why no one had come to drive her out of Fengque Tower. She was no longer a divine maiden and was not qualified to live here. She had guessed that perhaps everyone was busy with the Emperor’s funeral, or perhaps they had forgotten about her, an insignificant person.
Despite this, she still put on white clothes to show her filial piety to the person who had never given her paternal love.
Her leg emitted a foul odor. Beneath the decaying flesh, white bone was faintly visible.
She no longer allowed the palace maids to enter her chambers. She feared seeing those disgusted gazes, even though they did not show it on their faces.
She still wanted to die.
She didn’t want her body to rot into a pile of stinking mud.
But her heart held a faint hope.
She didn’t know what she was hoping for.
Perhaps, she wanted to see that man, as pure as the breeze and as bright as the moon, one more time.
He was injured. She wondered how he was.
Brother Wen Tang, will you come to see me again?
The door opened. Lingxi frowned and said coldly with her eyes closed, “I don’t need a dressing change. Go out.”
But the person did not listen and continued to walk in. Lingxi opened her eyes in annoyance.
For a moment, she felt as if a fairy from Yaochi was gracefully approaching.
“Indeed, you don’t need a dressing change. That medicine is not effective for you.”
Her voice had always been pleasant, like the oriole she had raised before, crisp and clear, never tiring to listen to.
“What are you here for?”
Lingxi habitually spoke in a cold tone.
Ling Yao examined her. After a few days apart, the blooming maiden had withered rapidly. Her face had taken on a deathly pallor, and her round face had sunk in. She remembered that when she used to smile, a pair of shallow dimples would appear at the corners of her mouth, which were very cute.
Perhaps, due to the shared sorrow of being royal children, Ling Yao felt a pang of heartache.